~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~

December 17,2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Soaring Feather]

The Garden of My Lust

Drunk with desire for your touch
feeling your breath pass over my skin
heightened passions
blowing the lid 200 Fahrenheit

Can I not draw you to me?
Would it cost you that much
to receive this passionate offering of me?

Making love with you once
would last until the urge dictated
my moves in the direction for
afternoon delight once again with you?

And your hunger...
How is that sated?
Is your well deep enough to
wash you with comfort?
Are there faces living in your repertoire?
And you conjure them up for your fantasy rides.
Or is just looking enough for you.

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
Copyright © 05/14/02
All Rights Reserved

[Soaring Feather]

To all the rocks in your life...

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had
some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded- to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full?They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and
poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas
between the rocks. He then asked the students again
if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else."Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things -
your family, your partner, your health, your children -
anything that is so important to you that if it were lost,
you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no
room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for
your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the
small stuff, you will never have room for the things
that are important to you. Pay attention to the things
that are critical to your happiness. Play with your
children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your
partner out dancing. There will always be time to go
to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and
fix the disposal."

"Take care of the rocks first - the things that really
matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

Unknown

[Trikebuilder]

EXCELLENT!

Loved the imagery! Nice and soft, with just an edge of heat. (and you thought you couldn’t smokem! HA!)

[Trikebuilder]

Just A Child
A child it was,
small and helpless in a larger world,
watched over by a mother of grace and a father so proud,
and simple animals of the field.

Yet this child was at no risk,
for overhead waited the host of God,
a mighty army of Angels in homage,
to the Lamb, heart of all.

Kings three did come this night,
and kneeled before their tiny Master,
giving all that was themselves,
to that which had come to pass.

Gifts so rare of kingdoms ransom,
yet it was the hearts and souls that shone like gold,
filling that manger with the soft living light of worship,
giving all there blessings beyond wealth.

Stars led the way to a simple place,
in a land of strife and common life,
yet somehow this place was different,
holy as a temple, blessed beyond our ken.

What wonders has the world seen,
when Kings kneel to honor their better,
and common man finds a savior,
upon a chill and quiet night in a needy land.

We celebrate this moment,
with hearts open to Him,
knowing He has come to us,
and will someday again.

When that times comes to us,
remember those mighty Kings,
and bow to Him who leads us all,
upon that truly wondrous day.

For those who fear His presence,
and damn Him at every turn,
even they may find the way,
and reach out to a waiting friend.

There are those who doubt His being,
for reasons of their own,
yet each must stand before Him,
when each is called to home.

Christmas is for Christ,
Lord, and Son, and Host,
once a child in a manger,
and now King of Kings for us.

[snippy_about_it]

So you like it? LOL.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Trikebuilder.

Thank You for the lovely poem dedicated to what Christmas is all about.

Season's Greetings to you my friend.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone in The Lair!
I Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

[sleeper-has-awakened]

Good morning All!

Thanks for the warm welcome.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning!! So nice to see you again.

[Soaring Feather]

For a lite hearted touch to the Holidays Click the globe!

[snippy_about_it]

a rose is truly a thing of beauty on this earth
the beauty, softness and sweet aroma
compare only to the one I love

[Soaring Feather]

Very pretty snippy.

[Darksheare]

"There must have been some magic in that old silk head they found, 'cause when they placed it on the bed it began to roll around." - unidentified 6 year old singing and half paying attention to the lyrics because of a cute redheaded girl nearby.

[Darksheare]

That wouldn't happen to be a Star of Texas rose, would it?

[Colonel_Flagg]

Morning, everyone!

Just a quiet Saturday at home. Half the Christmas shopping remains to be done and this isn't a good thing. Must brave the stores today. So, we who are about to die salute you! :)

[Darksheare]

Good luck, Godspeed, and the hammer of vengeance be with you!

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL!!!

Right up your alley, eh Darksheare!!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Colonel. Brave soul you are!

Bentfeather does not shop!

They all get money! Every last one of them!


We will be here when you return from your mission. ;-)

[SAMWolf]

Only half? I'm gonna get started this weekend ;-)

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

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